Serial Killer VI

Serial Killer VI

I have almost reached the officer’s gunJust a one more inchSuddenly, darknessWhen I awakenI do not know how much time has passedI am back in my cellI reach to my headFeel a bandageThe strong, male courtroom officersCould not physically restrain meWithout a baton blow to the headThat “expert” psychiatrist is luckyIf I’d had that gunHe would be the oneWith brain damageDamaged all over the wallMy cellmate talks to meI try to ignore herShe smells of sweatShe speaks of being “gay for the stay”I tell her she is not my type(Not my type to kill)But she insistsI do not like to kill barehandedSo barbaricSo pedestrianBut they took my tools from meTherefore I have no choiceBludgeoning her to death with my fistsTakes less time than I anticipatedEven with my wounded armStill not healedAnother prisoner heard the noiseShe is screaming for helpKeep screaming bitchI’ll see you in the yard